It is Sunday night of a holiday weekend and I am waiting for my late night snack of baked potatoes to finish baking downstairs. It has been a good weekend, full of running, old friends, new friends, good music, sing-a-longs, shouting and much more. I'm taking Hockey this quarter as an elective and we had our first actual class session this week: it was a lot of fun. I learned the difference between a wrist-shot and a slap-shot, and how to implement each.
Now for some tasty, tasty tunes! Here's Future Islands with a track off their latest album, On the Water.
Future Islands
Balance
Discovery: peanut butter on baked potatoes is pretty tasty. Or that could just be late night me talking, but either way, something to try. Goodnight everybody.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Friday, January 6, 2012
Not Awake
The groggy eight-year old sat down at the breakfast table, blearily rubbing his eyes for clarity. Reaching out semi-blindly the boy's hand grabbed the glass of orange juice which he proceeded to chug mightily.
" What'll it be James? Oatmeal?" His mother asked
"No..hold the oats...I might just have toast and jam" James replied
The boys mother smiled, she loved her son, and his head was always full of so many interesting ideas, but really she had to admit that in the morning James much more resembled a washed up drunk than an eight-year old. She turned her back to find her son inserting not bread, not bagels, but rather powdered donuts into the toaster. "James!" his mother exclaimed, popping the scorched donuts out of the toaster and exchanging them for bread. Honestly you could not trust the boy until he was well and properly awake.
Mates of State
Palomino
" What'll it be James? Oatmeal?" His mother asked
"No..hold the oats...I might just have toast and jam" James replied
The boys mother smiled, she loved her son, and his head was always full of so many interesting ideas, but really she had to admit that in the morning James much more resembled a washed up drunk than an eight-year old. She turned her back to find her son inserting not bread, not bagels, but rather powdered donuts into the toaster. "James!" his mother exclaimed, popping the scorched donuts out of the toaster and exchanging them for bread. Honestly you could not trust the boy until he was well and properly awake.
Mates of State
Palomino
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Sunday, January 1, 2012
The New Year
It’s a new year once again. I think the last one was good
overall, insomuch as 52 weeks can be graded as a whole. Yes, there were high
points and low, low points, but overall I think it was a pretty snazzy year. I
got to see the Northwest portion of the United States which were dazzling in
nature and in the cities. I wrote more than ever before; about double my usual
output on this blog. I think I've come closer to finding my voice and a
direction with which to take this blog. I'm coming closer to finishing my
college career and that leaves me with a bunch of emotions all bundled up, both
good and bad. There were concerts, dancing, parties, and much more.
Here's to ice cream and pie, to cold beer, to finding places
you've never seen. Here's to fresh snow, to ice that sparkles on tree branches,
to sledding on steep hills or backyards on trash-can lids. Here's to good
friends and family, to warm clothes and spiffy shoes. Here's to running in the
dark, to star-tipping, to being completely and utterly ridiculous. Here's to
good books, to staying up way too late reading, to telling stories until our
tongues get tired from talking. Here's to trying to be who we want to be, to
accepting who we already are, to being ready for anything. Here's to another
year of joys, of challenges, of trials and tribulations.
LCD Soundsystem
Tribulations
Thanks everyone who has been reading, it means a lot.
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